Monday, September 28, 2009

They say the eyes are the window to the soul
but these eyes are soulless, black and cold
I shut these windows, close these blinds close
so that you can't read my soul, black and cold
but I can see you, oh yes I can pierce your soul
with my soulless eyes so black and cold
They stab at your sides and crawl inside
making their way through the carcass and lies
to find out where your heart hides and make it fold
in fear as the chill runs down your spine
fear of me as our eyes collide
until you can't take it anymore and you scream and die
from staring into the dismal abyss, my eyes still
so back and cold

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem. I really like the somber mood and the nifty use of repetition!

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